Fuckin’ hell. Sleaford Mods, which I’m almost certainly pronouncing wrong, are the gruntiest thing I’ve heard for ages. Easy comparisons to The Fall come flying out of your brain when you listen along – the driving rhythms are there with a funny in-the-guts-of-England kind of accent. The lyrics are a bit less oblique but no less clever.

The album Divide and Exit (out on Bandcamp digitally and on Harbinger Sound in the real world) sounds like a scary man in a pub having a full-on meltdown about how shit everything around him has turned out – and it’s fucking brilliant.